Among Malay Pirates : a Tale of Adventure and PerilHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Among Malay Pirates : a Tale of Adventure and Peril
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Pirates -- Juvenile fiction
“So say I, sir,” one of the men grumbled; “if it had not been for your
lantern I should have been torn to pieces. As it is, I aint sure whether
my eyes aint gone, and my nose and cheeks are scratched as if I had been
fighting with a mad cat.”
“Here, Winthorpe, take the lantern and make your way back; darken it as
soon as you get through to the edge of the creek. You cannot go wrong
with the cord to guide you.”
Two or three minutes later Dick saw the light approaching again, and the
lieutenant, the coxswain, and two bluejackets joined him, Winthorpe and
another having been left as boat keepers.
“Now, Harris, do you and one of the others go on ahead; we will follow
fifty yards behind you. If you hear anyone coming, give a low whistle;
we will then turn off the light. You can walk on confidently, for there
is no chance of any of these prickly creepers running across the path.
When you see the trees are getting thinner, or that there is an opening
before you, stop and send back word to us, so that we can shut up the
lantern before joining you.”
The lieutenant headed the party now, followed by Dick. He held the
lantern close to the ground; the bottom was, like all jungle paths, worn
perfectly smooth by the passage of the barefooted natives.
“Nothing could be better,” he said in a low voice to Dick. “We ought to
be able to haul the guns along here at a trot; and the opening is wide
enough on each side for a gun carriage to be carried along without any
difficulty.”
In ten minutes one of the men ahead came back.
“We have got to the end of the path, sir; it ends on the bank of that
pool we saw ahead.”
The lantern was now extinguished, and the party hurried forward. On
reaching the bank they found that the path ended, as they had expected,
just opposite the village. The prahus lay somewhat to the right.
“It could not be better,” the lieutenant whispered. “Now let us see
whether we can find a suitable place for the guns.”
This was much easier than they had expected, for the trees were cleared,
probably to furnish firewood, for a distance of some fifteen yards from
the bank; between this cleared place and the water was a fringe of thick
bushes.
“This will do capitally, lads. Now we will be off at once; we have found
out all that we wanted, and nothing could be more satisfactory.”
They retraced their steps rapidly till they came to the coil of cord
looped on a low bough. The coxswain took it down, and they were soon all
on board the boat again. “Now, lads, row as noiselessly as you can to
the mouth of the pool again, then turn, and lay on your oars, except bow
and two, who are to paddle very slowly. Hand Mr. Balderson that twenty
foot bamboo; I want to sound the river as we come back.”
As soon as the boat was again turned, Dick took the pole, and,
standing up, thrust it down into the water.
“Only about seven feet, sir,” he whispered.
“That is bad. It is evident that the ship cannot get up here; still we
may as well go on sounding.”
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